<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890</id><updated>2011-08-16T15:40:09.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigger is better!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-6456136873673606912</id><published>2009-02-10T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:25:25.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The look of surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SZJ9UwWZtnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/DmDGuKluh0o/s1600-h/s506545878_2105970_2621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301437506898212466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SZJ9UwWZtnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/DmDGuKluh0o/s400/s506545878_2105970_2621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the face that I made when I actually passed my practical. The truth is that this picture is one of many that I took at a party when I tagged a friends camera. We must have taken a hundred pictures that night. I found this very fun until she tagged me on facebook with all of the pictures. Let's just say that this is one of the cuter ones. Why oh why do I do this to myself? The fact of the matter is this is how I usually am there I said it I am a big old dork and I am proud of it. I feel so much better now. Besides that I wanted to say thanks to everyone who congratulated me for my accomplishment it meant a lot. I hope that everyone has a great Valentines Day! and make sure to stay tuned for more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-6456136873673606912?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6456136873673606912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=6456136873673606912' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/6456136873673606912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/6456136873673606912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2009/02/look-of-surprise.html' title='The look of surprise!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SZJ9UwWZtnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/DmDGuKluh0o/s72-c/s506545878_2105970_2621.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-3323977949238158718</id><published>2009-02-04T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:50:18.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>State Boards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;I PASSED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-3323977949238158718?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3323977949238158718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=3323977949238158718' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/3323977949238158718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/3323977949238158718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2009/02/state-boards.html' title='State Boards'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-3177242097154260173</id><published>2009-01-24T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:09:59.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love me some Gracie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SXuB197GltI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5JgM4lDSOtI/s1600-h/100_0638-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SXuB197GltI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5JgM4lDSOtI/s320/100_0638-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294968551059658450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photo was taken at Gracie's 2nd Birthday dinner.  I love that girl so much and I can not believe how quickly that she has grown.  She truly brings so much joy to my life.   I also thought that I should post a skinnier picture of myself .  So this is the one that I chose so enjoy.  I will post more soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-3177242097154260173?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3177242097154260173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=3177242097154260173' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/3177242097154260173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/3177242097154260173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-me-some-gracie.html' title='I love me some Gracie.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SXuB197GltI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5JgM4lDSOtI/s72-c/100_0638-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-3827980888967365497</id><published>2009-01-20T17:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:51:45.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before yuck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SXZ-eZOxhaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DoqO6IsdzYs/s1600-h/100_1453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SXZ-eZOxhaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DoqO6IsdzYs/s320/100_1453.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293557472654624162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the heifer on the left of the photograph is me. It is a picture that was taken at Elizabeth's baby shower.  I have since lost 100 lbs and thank goodness.  I really don't think that I realized how big I had gotten.  Elizabeth just showed me this picture and I thought that I would share it with you guys.  I will post an after picture soon.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-3827980888967365497?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3827980888967365497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=3827980888967365497' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/3827980888967365497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/3827980888967365497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2009/01/before-yuck.html' title='Before yuck!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SXZ-eZOxhaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DoqO6IsdzYs/s72-c/100_1453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-3711731517289665666</id><published>2008-11-28T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:01:52.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Attack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC9kFkTowI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bnPKCPGnPBw/s1600-h/n507683413_983059_1619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273923591318250242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC9kFkTowI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bnPKCPGnPBw/s320/n507683413_983059_1619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my friend Alex.  I really like this picture of myself so I posted it but I thought that I should introduce my friend.  Well this is how he always greets me.  I would find it flattering and nice if I were being singled out but trust me I am not.  He greets all the girls this way and then hugs you inappropriately.  I usually do not tolerate boys that behave this way but I am pretty sure that Alex here has a few screws loose.  Though you can not tell he is quite cute upon first glance and then he has to open his mouth.  I guess that is true of many men.  But dont worry friends I have not given up hope.  Stay tuned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-3711731517289665666?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3711731517289665666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=3711731517289665666' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/3711731517289665666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/3711731517289665666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-attack.html' title='Another Attack!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC9kFkTowI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bnPKCPGnPBw/s72-c/n507683413_983059_1619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-4666213441810088791</id><published>2008-11-11T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:42:15.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aida!</title><content type='html'>I just returned from seeing Aida for the second time.  I have a few friends who are in the cast.  I love, love, love it!  They did such a wonderful job and I absolutley fell in love with the cast.  It however has made me really miss performing but I have decided to do something about it.  I have decided to audition this summer for some of the city productions.  I am hungry to be on the stage so I will be making it happen.  I will let you all know how it goes.  I have a bit of time to prepare.  Sorry that I have been away for so long.  Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-4666213441810088791?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4666213441810088791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=4666213441810088791' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/4666213441810088791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/4666213441810088791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/11/aida.html' title='Aida!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-6859207242444762376</id><published>2008-10-13T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:06:56.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Funniest SNL in a long time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have not laughed this hard in a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/48f3802e9669fbd5/4727a2501a2a0f59/9abdd98/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-6859207242444762376?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6859207242444762376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=6859207242444762376' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/6859207242444762376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/6859207242444762376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/10/funniest-snl-in-long-time.html' title='The Funniest SNL in a long time!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-4853544130644696105</id><published>2008-10-07T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:17:27.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout outs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SO_wi4qBHpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/45WqMiBBXkc/s1600-h/leah_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255683772279496338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SO_wi4qBHpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/45WqMiBBXkc/s320/leah_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to thank everyone for the Happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt; wishes. There were a few people who made it even more special though. My little sister and my cutest niece took me out to dinner and then we rented a movie and we had a sleepover on Saturday. Sunday Elizabeth had me over for dinner and gave a really cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Scentsy&lt;/span&gt; thingy it makes my room smell fabulous. On Monday Katie and her two sweet babies took me to lunch and then to dessert. She also made me a way cute purse. I promise to post a picture of it. I guess I just want to say thanks because I have the greatest friends and family. You guys and girls are amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-4853544130644696105?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4853544130644696105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=4853544130644696105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/4853544130644696105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/4853544130644696105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/10/shout-outs.html' title='Shout outs!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SO_wi4qBHpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/45WqMiBBXkc/s72-c/leah_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-2382797653020412790</id><published>2008-10-07T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:26:59.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-2382797653020412790?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/2382797653020412790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=2382797653020412790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/2382797653020412790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/2382797653020412790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/10/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-289703291867332013</id><published>2008-10-05T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:02:31.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I turned 20-10!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SOmZkVxYm8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/pXjnZK1vj_o/s1600-h/n507683413_913813_7233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253899289903012802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SOmZkVxYm8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/pXjnZK1vj_o/s320/n507683413_913813_7233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that you all find it hard to believe that I am 30 because of my youthful appearance but it is true. To celebrate I decided that I wanted to go to the haunted forest so me and 15 of my bravest friends made the trek to American Fork to go to a really scary haunted forest. The scariest part about it all is that I can just see some crazy sneaking into the woods and pretending to be part of the cast and then killing us all. Thankfully that did not happen but it was indeed quite scary. If you look to the right of the picture you will see a very small blond girl her name is Andrea. It seems that when she is frightened she has super human strength because at one point I think it was a chain saw she got so scared she knocked this not so little girl (me) on her rear. It was so fun and funny. The scariest part for me was this fabric tunnel that we went through and what it does is air blows it and it hugs your body so you see nothing but black and you feel as if you are suffocating. I freaked out and started screaming and pushing the girl in front of me. We made it out and all had a good laugh but the blood was pumping and the heart was beating. I was also sweating profusely. I must say that it was really fun and I appreciated everyone who was able to celebrate it with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-289703291867332013?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/289703291867332013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=289703291867332013' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/289703291867332013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/289703291867332013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-turned-20-10.html' title='I turned 20-10!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SOmZkVxYm8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/pXjnZK1vj_o/s72-c/n507683413_913813_7233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-8692613373173472941</id><published>2008-09-29T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:42:37.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SOEgJ4hfENI/AAAAAAAAADs/Bg1NoLaDIt0/s1600-h/IMG_0806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251513994654453970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SOEgJ4hfENI/AAAAAAAAADs/Bg1NoLaDIt0/s320/IMG_0806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I stole this picture from my Aunt Gigi. I thought that he looked very handsome so I wanted to post it. I sure love my Daddy and I hope that he had a fun Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-8692613373173472941?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8692613373173472941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=8692613373173472941' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/8692613373173472941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/8692613373173472941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='Happy Birthday Daddy!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SOEgJ4hfENI/AAAAAAAAADs/Bg1NoLaDIt0/s72-c/IMG_0806.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-3868554119564315332</id><published>2008-09-21T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:46:00.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Gorgeous Sister and Niece.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SNc86DOr72I/AAAAAAAAADk/sX4KHAni_iw/s1600-h/bbq_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248730858720587618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SNc86DOr72I/AAAAAAAAADk/sX4KHAni_iw/s320/bbq_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have been talking with my friend Katie for some time about having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt; with some of the folks from Georgia that have ended up in Utah. We finally all came together this last Saturday. We ate visited and Katie took Pictures of everyone. I thought that this one was exceptionally good of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rach&lt;/span&gt; and Gracie so I thought that I would post it. I took one with Jonathan Padgett and being my goofy self I smiled stupid and I look like the crypt keeper so I will not be posting that one. Katie however did post it if you wanna take a look. It was a success and we had a good time. Stat tuned and I promise to post more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-3868554119564315332?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3868554119564315332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=3868554119564315332' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/3868554119564315332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/3868554119564315332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-gorgeous-sister-and-niece.html' title='My Gorgeous Sister and Niece.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SNc86DOr72I/AAAAAAAAADk/sX4KHAni_iw/s72-c/bbq_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-1489549470097376864</id><published>2008-08-14T15:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T15:27:58.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and the girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SKSv5EORNyI/AAAAAAAAADc/cGNWdhqWCfM/s1600-h/EndofSummer_011redo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234502061832353570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SKSv5EORNyI/AAAAAAAAADc/cGNWdhqWCfM/s320/EndofSummer_011redo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aramie&lt;/span&gt;, Erin and, Myself eating at the Cowgirl Hall of Fame in Santa Fe.  The three of us will be turning 30 this year.  Erin felt like we should be together for this momentous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt; so she made it happen.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aramie&lt;/span&gt; and I flew out and stayed with Erin and her family and got to see a few of the sights in New Mexico.  Though it is not green and lush it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; has its draws.  The weather was beautiful and the food delicious.  I loved Santa Fe though Erin assures me that there is a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; there.  Let's just face it I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; myself so I may just fit in there.  I love these girls and despite our differences we have stayed close friends since we were children.  I love them and am grateful that they are mine.  I also want to say thanks again to Erin for making it happen.  I will make 40 happen.  I want to go to Greece.  But we shall see.  Stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-1489549470097376864?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1489549470097376864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=1489549470097376864' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/1489549470097376864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/1489549470097376864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/08/me-and-girls.html' title='Me and the girls'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SKSv5EORNyI/AAAAAAAAADc/cGNWdhqWCfM/s72-c/EndofSummer_011redo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-8213387019399212025</id><published>2008-08-01T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T12:19:43.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid at heart</title><content type='html'>So this week has been full of kids.  On Monday I spent the day with Elizabeth and her kids which is always a good time.  Tuesday I babysat the little girl Morgan that I live with.  We went to the zoo with Elizabeth her kids and my new friend Jill and her two adorable little girls.  Though the zoo here is not as good as the Jax zoo it was fun.  I was running all over the place making sure that I saw absolutely everything.  The moms would wait outside exhibits and let me take the three older kids.  I was not going to miss anything.  At one point I was like lets go up this hill and Morgan said I'm tired I am going to stay with Elizabeth.  I was working those kids hard making them keep up with me.  After the zoo we went swimming.  I had so much fun.  Then on Wednesday I got to keep the cutest girl ever Gracie so that Rach could have a date with herself.  I love that girl.  Thusday I went to the movie with the little boy that I live with Josh and that evening I went over to Jill's and met Elizabeth.  We ate and played with the kids.  Today I have Morgan again so that Josh and Gwyneth can go see The Mummy.  I have to admit children sure help you to stay young.  They are hard work but totally worth it and I am just part time.  I am grateful that I just got a little taste of being a mom.  Well stay tuned for more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-8213387019399212025?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8213387019399212025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=8213387019399212025' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/8213387019399212025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/8213387019399212025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/08/kid-at-heart.html' title='Kid at heart'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-8589917806009178010</id><published>2008-07-28T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:05:05.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello there everyone!</title><content type='html'>I am quite sorry for my absence lately there really is no excuse. I am however quite pleased with myself today. You see I was surprised to find that my very personal blog had been tampered with by none other than she who claims to be my best friend Elizabeth. She changed my background to something quite ugly. So to help make myself not feel like a victim I returned the favor. You should go and check out her blog to find out. I think I'm clever but I do believe however that I may have started a war. I am sure there will be more to come so stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-8589917806009178010?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8589917806009178010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=8589917806009178010' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/8589917806009178010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/8589917806009178010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-there-everyone.html' title='Hello there everyone!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-7576825860516628053</id><published>2008-07-12T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:00:09.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart Snowcones!</title><content type='html'>So as I have said before I think that snowcones should have a food group of there very own.  I see now that my obssession has become an addiction.  I seriously have one everyday.  My favorite is pink lemon sour.  There is a snow shack very close to school.  Yesterday I skipped a day and I was very grouchy.  I feel as if I am wasting my money but I just can't stop.  They are so delicious and they put a smile on my face.  So today I was thinking and feeling guilty about how many I eat a week but still decided to stop for my second round after school.  There is a place on the way home called African Ice.  I have often wondered how the African's enjoy their ice.  To my surprise they like theirs just like the rest of the world.   I found out that it is called African Ice because everytime you buy a snowcone they give you an african coin and you have three options of places to donate.  They have explinations of each charity and a place to put your donation.  So today I donated to a single mother by the name of Annanita.  It was a sign to me that each time a suck down some of that icey deliciousness I am saving the world.  Yay me!  They are cheaper there to.  Did I mention that I love snowcones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-7576825860516628053?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7576825860516628053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=7576825860516628053' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/7576825860516628053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/7576825860516628053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-heart-snowcones.html' title='I Heart Snowcones!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-7243532186777691995</id><published>2008-07-03T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:21:43.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moody Women</title><content type='html'>Well I am out of school for the next 4 days due to the holiday.  This is a much needed vaccation so that I do not kill anyone.  Though I love school and what I do it can be very difficult spending 40 hrs a week with a bunch of moody women.  Don't get me wrong I have my fair share of mood swings but put 25 girls together on the same cycle together in close quarters and you have entered my own personal HELL!  The funny thing is that I will probably miss those moody women but I find it healthy to miss people once in a while.   Other than that life is grand and I am looking forward to the 4th.  Well that is all for now.  Stay tuned&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-7243532186777691995?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7243532186777691995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=7243532186777691995' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/7243532186777691995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/7243532186777691995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/07/moody-women.html' title='Moody Women'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-8317022805969447323</id><published>2008-06-25T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:38:37.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been tagged.</title><content type='html'>Thanks Rachael.  Well here it goes:  How to play this game. Post these rules on your blog; List 3 joys, 3 fears, 3 goals, 3 current obsessions/collections, 3 random surprising facts about yourself. Tag 5 people at the end of your post by leaving their names....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Joys:  My Family (Mom, Dad, Brothers, even the Sister; My sweetest Jonah, Manny, and Gracie), The Best Friends ever, The Plan of Salvation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Fears:  Never having children, Mediocrity, The death of a loved one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Goals:  Get married and start a family, Finish school and become successful, lose more weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 current obsessions/collections:  So You Think You Can Dance, Otter Pops, The Twilight Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 random surprising facts:  I have never been kissed among other things, I once went skinny dipping in the ocean right in front of a hotel and it was only like 9:30 at night, I love snow cones so much that I feel like they should be a food group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tagging: Elizabeth, Margie, Nicole, Julie, and Becky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-8317022805969447323?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8317022805969447323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=8317022805969447323' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/8317022805969447323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/8317022805969447323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-been-tagged.html' title='I have been tagged.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-5492409678379033171</id><published>2008-06-18T21:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:31:44.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This ones for you Margie!</title><content type='html'>My life pretty much consists of school these days.  The most interesting thing about me would have to be Design Team.  It is a group within the school that you qualify for when you are at 1000 hrs.  If you are chosen then you are able to represent the school at events such as bridal shows, charity events, and other events.  I was recently able to represent my school at an event for cancer awareness.  Police officers raised money by shaving their heads.  We were the shavers.  After we did that we volunteered our services to the public for haircutting and their donations went to the cause as well.  I had the opportunity to cut 10" off of one of the local beauty queens for donation.  I gave her the cutest a-line bob.  She cried when we cut the ponytail but loved her haircut.  It was really fun and I felt honored to be a part of such a great cause.  Those type of events really hit home since I lost my grandpa to the terrible disease.  I am loving school and like to think that I am doing well.  I still have a great deal to learn but I am positive that I am right where I need to be.  I will post soon so stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-5492409678379033171?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5492409678379033171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=5492409678379033171' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/5492409678379033171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/5492409678379033171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-ones-for-you-margie.html' title='This ones for you Margie!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-1343282101159186971</id><published>2008-05-26T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T11:45:20.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blood Bath</title><content type='html'>The other day I was not feeling great but I decided it would be a good idea to watch the kids that I live with.  I try to be helpful as much as I can.  Gwyneth and Dave both had things they needed to do so I was glad I could help.  Well it all began with our trip to Chik-fil-a.  Genious they could eat and play.  Well we got our food and I must say that Morgan did a great job eating and was very pleasant so I excused her to the play area while Joshua and I finished our food.  We were of course right next to the area in case of emergency.  We were eating and giggling when someones kid runs out and screams there is a kid on the slide bleeding.  I quickly think dangit.  I go in to the area and of course hear Morgan screaming.  She refuses to come down the slide.  I try to encourage her but to no avail.  So what do you think happens next.  I decide to climb my very large @$$ up the slide to save the day.  As I am climbing up the slide there is blood rushing towards me.  It is not until I get almost to the top the top that I see her.  She has both arms and legs pressed against the sides so that she does not go down the slide.  Besides the death grip she has the worst bloody nose that I have ever seen in my life and in front of her there is a giant pool of blood and this is  coming from a family where my brother is an athlete I have seen my fair share of bloody noses.  I can not describe to you the horror as I try to coax her down.  She says to me I can't come down I will get in on my clothes.  Mind you she has blood pouring down her face and the front of her white shirt is red at this point.  So I procede to Grab her hand and force her down the slide.  We run to bathroom and we are almost there when someone offers a napkin.  I keep running and yell no thanks.  You are never to busy for good manners.  We get in there and I kid you not her nose bleeds for what seems like hours but I think that is was more like 5 minutes but that is a long time.  She quickly stops crying and as I hold paper towel on her nose I call her mom.  I guess this has been a common occurence in the house for you see Josh has already had his nose cauterized.  I am thinking our next stop will be the emergency room.  There was even blood coming out of her mouth.  GROSS!  Her mom is very calm and gives me some instructions and says that she will call Dad because he is closer.  We hang up and shortly after the blood slows down and stops so I call her back and tell her to call off Dave.  She does and I am talking to Morgan apologizing for the accident and she comforts me by saying oh Leah it's not your fault my friend did it.  So of course I have to carry her to the car because she has just been through this terrible ordeal.  We are on our way home and she says I am excited I get a bath.  And then she insists on calling her parents of course I oblige and she gives them a play by play.  She tells them but don't worry because my friend Leah helped me.  She is so funny.  I decide then to call my mom the nurse not to ask medical advice but instead I ask how to get the blood out of our clothes.  Morgan then decides that she really needs to talk to my mom and let her know what happened.  She tells her the story and then says Leah and I were so scared but I made it.  She is so smart.  Did I mention that she is barely 4.  We did in fact make it and the parents were very grateful that I was watching her and not one of there normal teenage babysitters.  I forgot to say that not one person from Chik-fil-a said anything to us.  Crazy huh!  Well that is all for now.  Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-1343282101159186971?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1343282101159186971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=1343282101159186971' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/1343282101159186971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/1343282101159186971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/05/blood-bath.html' title='The Blood Bath'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-7063140976220609087</id><published>2008-05-19T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:40:45.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Slacker</title><content type='html'>So needless to say I have been extremely busy.  I go to school year round but I work for a performing arts studio.  I have 4 voice students and I am the music director for 5 song and dance groups so it is Spring and that means recital time.  We just finished the voice recital.  It was great my kids did wonderful and I sang as well.  I am a little hoarse so I was not in full voice but it wasn't about me anyway.  Our recital for the dance groups is coming up and that will free me up a little.  I mean just a little because I have to get a group prepared to go to New York.  Sadly I am to poor to go but I am sure they will do great.  So that is where I have been sorry for taking so long to blog.  I will be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-7063140976220609087?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7063140976220609087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=7063140976220609087' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/7063140976220609087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/7063140976220609087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/05/from-slacker.html' title='From the Slacker'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-3152492452876187708</id><published>2008-05-09T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:09:41.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna See My Daddy!</title><content type='html'>I really enjoyed my mom while she was here but it has recently come to my attention that I like my dad a lot and I want to see him.  I do not miss Brunswick but I sure do miss the people there.  That is it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-3152492452876187708?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3152492452876187708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=3152492452876187708' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/3152492452876187708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/3152492452876187708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-wanna-see-my-daddy.html' title='I Wanna See My Daddy!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-8447957203315200514</id><published>2008-05-07T21:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:12:36.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the Winner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SCJ9VJzftaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Aqj0jYvj3qY/s1600-h/potty%2Bscotty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197854722301605282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SCJ9VJzftaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Aqj0jYvj3qY/s320/potty%252Bscotty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited and I feel so honored to be the recipient of this very prestigious award.  It feels good to have my accomplishments recognized and honored.  So thank you to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-8447957203315200514?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8447957203315200514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=8447957203315200514' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/8447957203315200514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/8447957203315200514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-winner.html' title='I&apos;m the Winner!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SCJ9VJzftaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Aqj0jYvj3qY/s72-c/potty%252Bscotty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-3100970899957943301</id><published>2008-05-05T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:49:09.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey There!</title><content type='html'>So the visit with my mom was great even though I was unable to spend a lot of time with her.  I took the first couple of days that she was here off but then I had to go back to my regular life which consists of school and work.  So she spent the majority of her time her with Rachael and her family.  There has not been anything very exciting going on here and I apologize but I must admit that boring on occassion is nice.  So stay tuned for more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-3100970899957943301?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3100970899957943301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=3100970899957943301' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/3100970899957943301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/3100970899957943301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-there.html' title='Hey There!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-7446390169167518867</id><published>2008-04-24T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T22:08:47.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Way To Get "The Mom"!</title><content type='html'>I am not quite sure when I became such a Mama's Girl but I know that I definately am. I talk to her everyday and I tell her everything that is going on in my life. So you can guess that I am extremely excited to be picking her up from the airport tonight. I sure love that woman and am so excited to see her. I will be sure to take pictures while she is here and post them so stay tuned for more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-7446390169167518867?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7446390169167518867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=7446390169167518867' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/7446390169167518867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/7446390169167518867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-my-way-to-get-mom.html' title='On My Way To Get &quot;The Mom&quot;!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-6118078547053261258</id><published>2008-04-18T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T16:38:50.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Spent!</title><content type='html'>So as most of you know I am in cosmetology school and am also working as a voice teacher and choir director. So I am really not sure what free time is. Do not get me wrong I am very grateful for being productive however I am feeling really old. For you see it is Friday night and instead of going out and living the single life. I am on the computer writing my blog with plans to curl up with my latest book before I go to bed by 9:30 or 10. I have definately changed. What do you guys think? Should I change my old lady ways and get myself a social life? I am anxious to hear your opinions but right now I have a date with my pajamas and my book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-6118078547053261258?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6118078547053261258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=6118078547053261258' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/6118078547053261258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/6118078547053261258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-spent.html' title='I Am Spent!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-950273371742382743</id><published>2008-04-16T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:23:26.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of my work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SAbO7lrQKuI/AAAAAAAAACs/yimVjfsdYNM/s1600-h/IMG_3350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190063143712205538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SAbO7lrQKuI/AAAAAAAAACs/yimVjfsdYNM/s320/IMG_3350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SAbOmVrQKtI/AAAAAAAAACk/1nqOy35jcYE/s1600-h/IMG_3348.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This beautiful little girl is Morgan Kenner and she belongs to David and Gwyneth Kenner the family that I live with. She is going to be the flower girl in her cousins upcoming wedding. The wedding is going to be in Oklahoma but Gwyneth brought her in to school so that I could give her some hair ideas or should I say the stylist that they go to some ideas for her hair. For I will not be traveling to Oklahoma as Morgan's personal hair stylist even though Gwyneth has jokingly mentioned it. We had a good time and I think that her hair turned out great. Her mom had to bribe her by telling her that I would paint her nails and do her makeup which I was glad to do because I can always use the credits. This is just a small part of what I have been doing since I moved to Utah but I am hoping to get a camera soon so that I can document more of my hairstyles.  So stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SAbOXFrQKsI/AAAAAAAAACc/nsS3Pf8dcfw/s1600-h/IMG_3356.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SAbOGFrQKrI/AAAAAAAAACU/8ajwfPJIhLo/s1600-h/IMG_3357.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SAbN3VrQKqI/AAAAAAAAACM/eFsTmhZD2K4/s1600-h/IMG_3341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190061971186133666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SAbN3VrQKqI/AAAAAAAAACM/eFsTmhZD2K4/s320/IMG_3341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SAbNrFrQKpI/AAAAAAAAACE/lQfbus6m7KE/s1600-h/IMG_3334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190061760732736146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SAbNrFrQKpI/AAAAAAAAACE/lQfbus6m7KE/s320/IMG_3334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SAbNf1rQKoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/t2QuijvGl4A/s1600-h/IMG_3355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190061567459207810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SAbNf1rQKoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/t2QuijvGl4A/s320/IMG_3355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-950273371742382743?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/950273371742382743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=950273371742382743' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/950273371742382743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/950273371742382743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_16.html' title='Some of my work'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SAbO7lrQKuI/AAAAAAAAACs/yimVjfsdYNM/s72-c/IMG_3350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-2681614418970652099</id><published>2008-04-14T10:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T11:06:46.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Aunt Gigi and Amanda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SAOb1lrQKnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GbsBDIDv9M0/s1600-h/award5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189162540609841778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SAOb1lrQKnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GbsBDIDv9M0/s320/award5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SAObtFrQKmI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z1-I0XZiZig/s1600-h/CheerUpAward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189162394580953698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SAObtFrQKmI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z1-I0XZiZig/s320/CheerUpAward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are two very prestigious awards that I have received since the angry post but I have not been smart enough to post them.  But since I am now a blogging genious I have decided to post both of them and to thank my Aunt Gigi and my cousin and friend Amanda for recognizing how great I am.  j/k I am grateful however that people read and enjoy my posts.  I know how others have cheered me up and made me laugh when my days have been less than enjoyable so I am glad that I could do that for someone else.  I would like to end by thanking my Mom, Dad, and my fans for keeping me going.  Thanks for the fan mail and keep it coming.  You are truly my inspirations.  So stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SAObdFrQKlI/AAAAAAAAABk/c1J1MQF-kC4/s1600-h/award5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-2681614418970652099?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/2681614418970652099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=2681614418970652099' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/2681614418970652099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/2681614418970652099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_14.html' title='Thank You Aunt Gigi and Amanda!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SAOb1lrQKnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GbsBDIDv9M0/s72-c/award5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-1217639185314707042</id><published>2008-04-11T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T19:39:01.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time with Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SAAf47APpvI/AAAAAAAAABU/mfwcDXkE2IA/s1600-h/100_0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SAAf47APpvI/AAAAAAAAABU/mfwcDXkE2IA/s320/100_0392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188181833502664434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the opportunity to spend some time with my cousin Ali because she missed a flight home.  I have to say that I am a little grateful that she did.  She is staying with my sister until she catches her flight home on Monday.  We of coursed laughed and played and had a good time.  I also love every minute that I have to spend with my Gracie.  She is growing so fast and is so beautiful.  I have to go now because Ali has informed me that it is ice cream time so see ya!  Enjoy the pictures.  My sweet girl is beautiful.  I however am not wearing any makeup so please forgive me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-1217639185314707042?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1217639185314707042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=1217639185314707042' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/1217639185314707042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/1217639185314707042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/04/time-with-family.html' title='Time with Family'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/SAAf47APpvI/AAAAAAAAABU/mfwcDXkE2IA/s72-c/100_0392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-6276203267919513333</id><published>2008-04-08T19:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:51:55.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty School</title><content type='html'>Well not much to talk about today except for school because that is pretty much what consumes my life. I always looked at people with bad haircuts and terrible color and said who did that. I must say that I have been paid back ten fold. My first haircut I had when I got on the floor was an old ladies mullet. The funny thing is that has not been the only mullet that I have cut. I also have the opportunity to do some of the yuckiest colors that I have ever seen. I mean colors that I did not even know exhisted. Today one of our regulars came in. She is in her fifties and she has long hair that she does an all over bleach on. The only way for me to describe it is "cotton candy". The moral of my story is not to diss people and their choices it is to say good for them. They know what they like and if it makes them feel pretty then I have done my job. My only hope is that that they don't tell people who did there hair. Trust me if they ask my opinion I am happy to give it. Unfortunately most ladies who come to school kave been coming there for years and do not like change. To them I say you're welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-6276203267919513333?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6276203267919513333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=6276203267919513333' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/6276203267919513333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/6276203267919513333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='Beauty School'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-545324195885063465</id><published>2008-04-06T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:02:15.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need action!</title><content type='html'>Before all you married women try to tell me that it is not all it is cracked up to be let me just say you can keep that to yourself.  I am staying strong but let me just express to you the level of frustration that I am experiencing.  I am one of the only 29 year old virgins left on this planet (Mom you're welcome) and I think that I deserve some kind of medal or something.  Actually I think that every person who can live this long and remain pure deserves cash.  I am serious.  I think that at the age of 30 if we can remain a virgin we should deserve at the very least $1,000,000.  That would mean that I am approaching the million dollar mark.  I think I will write my congressman right now.  I amaze myself with all the great ideas I have.  I am going to go now and start that letter.  I will keep you posted on its progress so stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-545324195885063465?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/545324195885063465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=545324195885063465' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/545324195885063465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/545324195885063465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-need-action.html' title='I need action!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-275272684209414530</id><published>2008-04-04T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T18:53:45.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanda this one is for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What was I doing 10 years Ago:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was 19 and Elizabeth and I decided to move to Utah for the first time.  We lived with Josephine and I worked at a daycare.  I loved my job but I moved back to Georgia before I turned 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things on my list to do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)  I really would love to marry a hot guy and not to be a 29 year old virgin anymore. &lt;br /&gt;2.)  I want to finish School and become very successful!&lt;br /&gt;3.)  I want to buy myself some boobs.&lt;br /&gt;4.)  I want to go to New York and see some Broadway shows.&lt;br /&gt;5.)  &lt;strong&gt;I want to take over the world!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snacks that I love but probably should not eat:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to begin by saying that Little Debbie and I have been best friends since I could say her name.  I also love fruit snacks, Skor bars, Chilis chips and salsa, and my new favorite are cheddar jalapeno cheetos (Delicious!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I were a billionare:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course my parents would be completely out of debt and be living very comfortably.  I have always wanted to travel the world.  And as I mentioned before there would definately be some plastic surgery taking place.  I would also have a personal stylist and make up artist that traveled everywhere with me.  All this would happen right after I made sure that Jonah, Manny, and Gracie had a college fund and I had a Caddilac Escalade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Bad Habits:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)  I bite my nails.  I will stop for a while and then something happens and I start again.&lt;br /&gt;2.)  I am chronically late for almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;3.)  I sometimes give my opinion when it has not been asked for but I figure people are just afraid to ask.  So for those people you're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;4.)  I am a Cosmetlogy student yet I very rarely do my own hair and makeup for school.&lt;br /&gt;5.)  I am pretty sure that I have a spastic colon and we all know what that means.  But in my defense I always roll the window down.  And for that yet again you're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Places I have lived:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)  I started in Athens, GA.&lt;br /&gt;2.)  Of course then came Brunswick, GA&lt;br /&gt;3.)  Utah 3 times (They say 3rd times a charm but I sure hate the snow!)&lt;br /&gt;4.)  My mission: Darby, Shelby, Lewistown, Billings, Miles City Montana&lt;br /&gt;5.)  More mission: Cody, WY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Jobs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)   Macks BBQ, Subway, Chik-fil-a, Ruby Tuesday, Honey Baked Ham&lt;br /&gt;2.)  Amanda do you recall our career in picketing&lt;br /&gt;3.)  3 daycares and I was a nanny&lt;br /&gt;4.)  American Redcross&lt;br /&gt;5.)  Voice Teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're Welcome!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-275272684209414530?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/275272684209414530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=275272684209414530' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/275272684209414530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/275272684209414530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/04/amanda-this-one-is-for-you.html' title='Amanda this one is for you.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-5984361993287460461</id><published>2008-04-03T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T20:46:06.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll do what I want!</title><content type='html'>I do not know who these voices are that Aramie is speaking to but I can to give myself an award if I want to.   Considering I go to school 40 hours a week, work, and hold a calling I feel that I am doing pretty well with the blogging.  So once again I am &lt;strong&gt;FUNNY! &lt;/strong&gt;And each of you is welcome.  Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-5984361993287460461?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5984361993287460461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=5984361993287460461' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/5984361993287460461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/5984361993287460461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/04/ill-do-what-i-want.html' title='I&apos;ll do what I want!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-9163341945893226093</id><published>2008-04-02T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:36:00.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY OWN AWARD!</title><content type='html'>So I see that my friends are freely giving out blog awards.  Well to that I say WHATEVER!  Can't a sister get an honorable mention or something.  I personally feel that each of my blogs are full of thought and humor and to that I say you are welcome.  So for that reason I have seen it fit to give myself The &lt;strong&gt;"Leah's Funniest Blog Award".&lt;/strong&gt;  That's right they have named an award after me and by them I mean me but still.  I will be handing this award out periodically to those who I feel deserve this great honor.   And as for you who forgot me when you (Amanda and Elizabeth) were handing out awards I am going to have to think long and hard whether you will be receiving this prestigious award.   Stay tuned for more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-9163341945893226093?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/9163341945893226093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=9163341945893226093' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/9163341945893226093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/9163341945893226093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-own-award.html' title='MY OWN AWARD!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-7166686728515992551</id><published>2008-04-01T20:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:34:18.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna come home!</title><content type='html'>So everyone should know that my father has invited me to not come home until I graduate.  I had high hopes that my next visit would take place in June but I think that he is tired of supporting my sorry @$$.  I however am in desperate need of a family and southern fix.  So if you see what I will refer to as "The Dad" tell him how much you miss me and that you think that it is important that I have the opportunity to come home and see my Jonah, Manny and the rest of my loves.  You need to impress upon him how much he misses me and that he can not wait until December to see me.  I understand that I come from a poor family however I desperately need a fix so get to work people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-7166686728515992551?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7166686728515992551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=7166686728515992551' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/7166686728515992551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/7166686728515992551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-wanna-come-home.html' title='I wanna come home!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-1515412389157320838</id><published>2008-03-25T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T15:35:57.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say I Love You.</title><content type='html'>As I mourn the loss of my beloved cousin and friend Laura Kirkland I think of how she will be missed but also of all those who are still on this earth with us.  My only desire at this moment is to hold them physically close so that I can protect them.  But as I am far away from some and it is impossible to protect loved ones from living life all I can do is try to express how deeply I love you.  It is at times like this that you realize how precious and fragile life is.  So this is my desperate attempt to reach out to those of you who read this and say that you are loved and appreciated and how I am truly blessed to have each and everyone of you.  Lastly I ask you to also remember these words and reach out to your loved ones because we never know how long we will be on this earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-1515412389157320838?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1515412389157320838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=1515412389157320838' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/1515412389157320838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/1515412389157320838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/03/say-i-love-you.html' title='Say I Love You.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-5129156483651791643</id><published>2008-03-21T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T20:53:46.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love People!</title><content type='html'>The other day I had the privelege of doing a beautiful woman named Eileen's hair. I was a little bitter because she had requested someone else and they had not shown up for school. She came in and found out that I would be doing her hair instead and she was perfectly happy. She told me exactly what she wanted and since it was a cut that I do often I assured her that it would be a piece of cake and that she would leave even more beautiful then she came. She revealed that she was LDS and so conversation went smoothly. I told her a little about my mission and then I told her about the notes we write in Relief Society and how it is my goal to write two notes a week. She then told me about her three children and three grandchildren. What really touched me is how she spoke of her youngest son. You see he was born with severe brain damage and has the mentality of a ten month old. She was just one of those glowing individuals who makes you want to be a better person. She serves on a board of a foundation at a hospital that her son frequents due to his condition while taking care of her son at the same time. She had no complaints just positive things to say about the special spirit that had been sent to her. Two days later she came back just to give me a note and a little book about her son. The note read: Miss Leah, I just wanted you to know that I love my new haircut. You rock! Keep smiling those dimples are beauttiful.&lt;br /&gt;Through my tears I read the little book she gave me that was entitled Scot Christensen's Dreams it reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping peacefully and happily one summer afternoon as my mother sat crying, yet again about my plight. Born severely brain damaged, I would remain throughout my lfe, mentally an infant and physically disabled.&lt;br /&gt;My giggling interrupted her tears and drew her to my bed. Finding me smiling as I slept, she stood and gazed in amazement for the longest time, her love filling the room and spilling all over me.&lt;br /&gt;Softly, she asked me, "what are you dreaming about, Scotty? How are you so happy when you don't get to do all the things other kids do? Where are your dreams taking you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was my answer....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the freedom of my dreams I can run free with the breeze, I can ride the fastest bikes, I can climb the tallest trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I giggle in my sleep it's because I'm not confined, through sleep's sweet brief escape I leave my wheelchair behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I jump over rainbows I reach out to touch the sky, I play among te angels while I teach them how to fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the freedom of my dreams there is nothing I can't do, I can walk and talk, laugh , and sing, and dance a little too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right now I'm being patient for sometime this all will take, but I know someday I'll have these dreams while I'm wide awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So as you can see I found this sweet and inspiring. This is the kind of thing that helps me get up in the morning. All I did was give this woman a haircut and she felt inspired to share this with me. I can truly say that my life is blessed and it is my hope that I will one day be able to inspire others as this boy and his mother have me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-5129156483651791643?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5129156483651791643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=5129156483651791643' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/5129156483651791643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/5129156483651791643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-love-people.html' title='I Love People!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-7631064876965828572</id><published>2008-03-20T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T22:04:15.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ELIZABETH THIS ONES FOR YOU!</title><content type='html'>So you all should know that Elizabeth is officially a blogging natzi and that I am updating because she scares me. The coolest thing in my life right now is the fact that I will be going to my first NBA game this Saturday. My date fell through so I will be going with Ioane. For those of you that may not know that is Elizabeth's husband and the biggest sports fan that I have ever met. After I was unable to con a single man into going with me I called my friend Io and told asked him if he would go with me. The man screamed like a little girl so I in turn took that as a yes. I felt flattered to know that Elizabeth does not see me as a threat when I told other married friends of the planned evening and my new date and they to said that they would have allowed their husbands to go with me and that is when I realized how insulted I should actually be. I love being the safe friend. I am truly looking forward to it even though I know nothing about the Jazz and my knowledge of basketball is very limited as well. It is still going to be a blast. I will be going with my good friends Lanea and Mike and they are a party so I am assured a good time. Elizabeth I hope this makes you happy and that this will keep you off my back for at least a few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-7631064876965828572?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7631064876965828572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=7631064876965828572' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/7631064876965828572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/7631064876965828572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/03/elizabeth-this-ones-for-you.html' title='ELIZABETH THIS ONES FOR YOU!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-596549576765860851</id><published>2008-03-14T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T20:07:41.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School and Work</title><content type='html'>Well I know that you guys have really been missung me. j/k My life is consumed with school and work these days but I truly can not complain.  I must admit I miss the sunny south, my friends and my amazing family but I am doing great.  I am sorry that I have nothing interesting to say but this is the story of my life as of late but I will be sure to keep you posted.  If you have any questions maybe that will trigger a more interesting blog but until then just enjoy a little boring I sure am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-596549576765860851?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/596549576765860851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=596549576765860851' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/596549576765860851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/596549576765860851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/03/school-and-work.html' title='School and Work'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-1572442754529820175</id><published>2008-03-09T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T17:22:52.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO NICE!</title><content type='html'>TODAY IN RELIEFE SOCIETY I GOT A NOTE FROM A GIRL THAT I KNOW BUT WE REALLY ARE NOT THAT CLOSE. SHE JUST WANTED TO TELL ME HOW PRETTY SHE THINKS I AM AND THAT SHE THINKS THAT I DRESS REALLY CUTE. THOUGH YOU MAY THINK THAT THIS IS NOT THAT BIG OF A DEAL AND THAT THE INSIDE IS MORE IMPORTANT. IT STILL FELT GREAT TO RECEIVE THE COMPLIMENT. YOU KNOW HOW YOUR MOM ALWAYS SAID IF YOU DON'T HAVE SOMETHING NICE TO SAY THEN DON'T SAY ANYTHING AT ALL. MY MOM ALSO SAYS IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING NICE TO SAY THEN SAY IT. I THINK THAT IT IS JUST AS IMPORTANT TO SAY SOMETHING KIND IF IT ENTERS YOUR MIND AS IT IS YO BITE YOUR TONGUE WHEN YOU HAVE SOMETHING NOT SO NICE TO SAY. WE DO NOT KNOW HOW IT WILL AFFECT THE PERSON WHO IS RECEIVING THE COMPLIMENT. SO I CHALLENGE EACH OF YOU TO SAY SOMETHING NICE TO SOMEONE TODAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-1572442754529820175?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1572442754529820175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=1572442754529820175' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/1572442754529820175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/1572442754529820175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-nice.html' title='SO NICE!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-6758518155068768992</id><published>2008-03-07T08:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T08:18:58.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SWEET RIDE!</title><content type='html'>SO SOME OF YOU HAVE REQUESTED A PICTURE AND A NAME.  WELL MY NEW RACE CAR IS NAMED TOOTSIE AND I WILL POST A PICTURE SOON SO STAY TUNED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-6758518155068768992?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6758518155068768992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=6758518155068768992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/6758518155068768992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/6758518155068768992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-sweet-ride.html' title='MY SWEET RIDE!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-1305650316361070410</id><published>2008-03-04T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T21:44:42.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AS REQUESTED</title><content type='html'>I am now the proud owner of a 1998 Ford Taurus.  It is in great condition and I quite like it.   It is sufficient for my needs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-1305650316361070410?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1305650316361070410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=1305650316361070410' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/1305650316361070410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/1305650316361070410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/03/as-requested.html' title='AS REQUESTED'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-6138843478400613033</id><published>2008-03-03T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:16:48.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I FOUND A CAR!</title><content type='html'>So today my coolest sister took me to Sunset Utah to look at a car and much to my surprise it went very well. It drives well and has been kept in very nice condition. I have had a lot of support and help from my sister and my Elizabeth and I so appreciate it. I would like to say that there has definately been some sunshine at the end of this storm. This is just a blog of gratitude. And I would like to give a holla to my sis Rachael, my buddy Elizabeth, and to my most awesome parents Sue and Phil. So thank you everyone.  You all Rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-6138843478400613033?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6138843478400613033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=6138843478400613033' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/6138843478400613033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/6138843478400613033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-found-car.html' title='I FOUND A CAR!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-5484893293729416168</id><published>2008-03-01T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T20:15:20.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO YOU CAN CALL ME "CRANK SINATRA"</title><content type='html'>So as most of you know my car recently broke. The problem with that is I have had t0 ask for help and for those of you who know me that is definately not my strong suit. Humility is obviouSly a problem so I am being tested. The real issue is how grouchy I have become. I am yelling more and all together just unpleasant and not nice. For those of you who have the opportunity to be around I am sorry. My friends at school staged an intervention. They seem to think that I have been falling short on my duties as the class clown or comic relief due to my bad mood. After they made me aware I have really started getting on my own nerves and it seems that you can not take a break from yourself so as of now I am turning over a new leaf. &lt;strong&gt;NO MORE ATTITUDE!&lt;/strong&gt; I will let you know how the positive attitude thing goes so stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-5484893293729416168?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5484893293729416168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=5484893293729416168' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/5484893293729416168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/5484893293729416168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello-you-can-call-me-crank-sinatra.html' title='HELLO YOU CAN CALL ME &quot;CRANK SINATRA&quot;'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-921097395062049560</id><published>2008-02-26T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T09:16:09.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEING AN ADULT IS NOT FUN!</title><content type='html'>As I try to deal with the death of my car I have learned that I am a big fat baby.  My poor parents.  Yesterday my friend Elizabeth agreed to take me around Utah to look for a car.  She arrives at my house and I get in the car.  I must say that I have been in a fog since the breakdown and I am not just talking about the car.  She asked me where I wanted to go and I replied I think and i give her kind of an address.  How pathetic is that.  It has come to my attention that I do not cope well with  personal problems.  I am a champ when it comes to solving other peoples problems.  After my meltdown Elizabeth being the great friend that she is helped me pull things together and we decided that food was the cure so we got some lunch.  Isn't it funny how a full stomach brings comfort.  We decided to get a little soup and salad action from Olive Garden.  We sit and get the cutest little server named Jason.  He is precious and quite obviously same sex oriented.  Well needless to say we hit it off right away and he expresses his desire to hang out.  Answer me this why is it that the only cute guys I attract are homosexual.  So this quite possibly could be the most random blog ever.  I may not have a car but I do have a new gay boyfriend who told me I was beautiful.  What more could a girl ask for.  Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-921097395062049560?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/921097395062049560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=921097395062049560' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/921097395062049560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/921097395062049560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/02/being-adult-is-not-fun.html' title='BEING AN ADULT IS NOT FUN!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-6775895895157286555</id><published>2008-02-22T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T09:57:02.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FUTURE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/R8RSmtuaGdI/AAAAAAAAABE/pYD-PgJcEUw/s1600-h/103_0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/R8RSmtuaGdI/AAAAAAAAABE/pYD-PgJcEUw/s400/103_0022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171349097190922706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I had the opportunity to go to a dance with my friends Adrian, Jeassica, and Sondi. First of all we had a difficult time finding the place but when we got to our location there was only a handful of cars in the parking lot. Lokking around I say, "Really we are not staying are we". The girls reply, "we should go in and check it out". I surrender to the peer pressure and follow my three friends into what I will refer to as "The Island of Misfit Toys". Sadly I am one of those toys at the moment. I am looking around and thinking to myself and then say very loudly, "these people sure look old". I give in once again to the peer pressure of my friends ( which is very unlike me normally) and I begin shaking my groove thing. Some of the tunes that are being enjoyed are "White Wedding", "Tootsie Roll", and they even play a little Divo. I have officially entered the Twilight Zone. In the middle of my sassy little booty shake a woman taps me on the shoulder and asks, "Is this your first time here" and I say, "Uh huh". To my surprise she informs me that this dance is 31 to 45 singles. I begin laughing hysterically yet again and turn to my friends and say, " Remeber when we are under age". I guess the jokes on us. We decide to get a drink and regroup. I must admit however that we were the best things that had ever happened that dance and I was feeling beautiful. We decide to dance a little more but I sit out for a moment alone in the lobby to pull myself together. Just as the friends walk away a suiter approaches. He looks and says, "So is this your first time here" ( I am thinking wow this must be some underground club that we just happened to fall upon) of course I reply, "Yes it is" well as he pulls out his phone he says, " my name is mike what is yours." Let me just say he is about 5'6", 45yrs old and 150. No thanks! I politely say, "my name is Leah". He shakes my hand and I decide that eye contact is just encouraging him and I turn away. He continues asking where I am from because I have a really cute accent. Why is that I am only approached by the little ones. I think he got the drift when I would not make eye contact because he fianlly put the phone away shook my hand and was on his way. Scary! I quickly found the friends danced a couple more times and left in a hurry. The worst part about the whole situation is that I felt myself staring my not so far future in the face. Though it was frightening I did learn a very valuable lesson and that is next time just stay in the car!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/R8RSKduaGcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ti3rDpoRHZQ/s1600-h/103_0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/R8RSKduaGcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ti3rDpoRHZQ/s400/103_0026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171348611859618242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-6775895895157286555?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6775895895157286555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=6775895895157286555' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/6775895895157286555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/6775895895157286555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-future.html' title='MY FUTURE'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/R8RSmtuaGdI/AAAAAAAAABE/pYD-PgJcEUw/s72-c/103_0022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-5352550054770115171</id><published>2008-02-21T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T10:27:46.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HYTERICAL WOMAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last night I was happily on my way to Orem to watch Io perform and to love my sweet boys.  Life was carefree when all of a sudden my car started making strange noises and it began overheating.  As I pulled off the exit all of the lights came on and my car just stopped in the middle of the road.  I put it in park and turned on the hazards and called AAA.  I thought "I've  got everything under control", but  I have to admit I spoke to soon.   This was just the calm before the storm!  Just as the AAA operator got on the phone the water works started &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and not just your average tears either&lt;/span&gt;!!  I began to sob uncontrollably (you know the kind of crying that happens and you can't breath).  You know things have gotten bad when the operator out of concern says, "ok Leah just breath, you are gonna be ok".  I was truly pathetic.  I in turn through my tears replied, "ok, I'm sorry".  Of course the tears did not stop.  As I am talking to the operator a guy pulls over and pushes me to the side and asks if I am going to be ok.  I  reply "yes" through sobs and he asks "are you sure"? At this point I'm so out of control that I don't think he can even understand what I'm saying.  LOL!!    He could not get out of there fast enough.  Men can not handle crying women much less a strange crying women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then call Elizabeth to tell her I am not coming and she is trying to help me pull it together but my sanity is long gone at this point.  I tell her that my sister Rachael is on her way and that AAA is sending a tow truck.  Well Rachael gets there and I am laying in my car in the fetal position crying.  I mean that literally.  I am completely out of control at this point.  The next call is going to be an ambulance.  I procede to get in her car and she looks at my red almost swollen shut eyes and tells me "in through your nose out through your mouth".   I warm up and start breathing.  All of a sudden a man in a car pulls in front of my car.  We think he has come to help, how nice!   What really happened is his GPS told him to turn onto the off ramp and he is angry and swearing.  To top it off he gets stuck in the snow.  He finally gets unstuck and pulls away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after this my Chubby and greasy Italian tow truck driver shows up and to add insult to injury he is a big fat jerk.  I even had the opportunty to see his crack a couple of times. GROSS!  He then asks me where we are taking the car and I say Sandy and he yells, "I know give me the address".  I am not sure if he realizes that I am a large hysterical woman and that in this condition we are filled with super human strength.  So after I fight the urge to rip his arm off and feed it to him I get in Rachael's car and she kindly drives me home.  I must say that I have the best friends and family.  You will all be happy to know that I am not in prison for assaulting the tow truck driver and I have even stopped crying.  I hope you enjoyed my hysterics and stay tuned for more to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-5352550054770115171?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5352550054770115171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=5352550054770115171' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/5352550054770115171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/5352550054770115171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/02/hyterical-woman.html' title='HYTERICAL WOMAN!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335706305550783890.post-1131637099108822427</id><published>2008-02-17T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:34:50.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LEAH'S FIRST BLOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well hello all.  I am not sure how often I will be able to update but  I promise to do my  best.   I  am  currently living in Sandy Utah with a amazing and fun family the Kenners.  I am in cosmetology school at Sherman Kendall's Academy and loving it.  I am also working at Guyz n Dollz Performing Arts Academy teach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ing beginning voice lessons and directing the music for a few performing arts ,my dream job.  I mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;st say that life is good.  I have the opportunity to see my sister and her family including the cutest little girl on the planet my niece Gracie about once a week.  I am also blessed to have my best friend Elizabeth and her family living here in Utah.  If I had one complaint it would have to be that this is the harshest winter that they h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; had in decades.  This here Geo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;rgia girl is freezing but I have been assured that I am going to make it.  What else can I say I have recently lost 70 lbs and i don't plan on stopping there so watch out for me.  Well that pretty much sums up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; my life as of late but stay tuned for more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/R7kY4q04tyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P3sGmTZ_h18/s1600-h/100_2201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/R7kY4q04tyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P3sGmTZ_h18/s320/100_2201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168189409232205602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335706305550783890-1131637099108822427?l=leahqjacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1131637099108822427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3335706305550783890&amp;postID=1131637099108822427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/1131637099108822427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3335706305550783890/posts/default/1131637099108822427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahqjacobs.blogspot.com/2008/02/leahs-first-blog.html' title='LEAH&apos;S FIRST BLOG'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02875265526298716999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo37BUm61GI/STC_wKUEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gPZEwMvFzeA/S220/n819805170_4554469_3725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uo37BUm61GI/R7kY4q04tyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P3sGmTZ_h18/s72-c/100_2201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
